Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather 'round me
A story I will
About a young Indian lad
You should remember

From a tribe of Indians
A and peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix
Out in land

Down ditches for a thousand years
The sparkling water
Till the white man stole their rights
And the running hushed

folks was hungry
Their fields grew thick with
But when war came Ira
And forgot the white greed

him drunken Ira Hayes
He wont answer
Not that whiskey Indian
Or who went to war

Well, they battled up Iwo Hill
Two and fifty men
But twenty-seven lived
To walk back again

And after the fight was
And Old Glory proudly
the men who held her high
Stood an Indian, Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not that whiskey Indian
Or who went to war

Well, Ira Hayes a hero
Celebrated the land
He was wined and speeched and
Hell, everybody his hand

But he was just a Pima
No food, no friend, no
Back home nobody what Ira had did
And when do the dance?

Well, Ira took to drinking
often was his home
They used to let him raise the there
And it just like youd throw a dog a bone

And Ira drunk early one morning
All alone in the hed fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely
Was the grave for Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not that whiskey drinking
Or Marine who to war

Yeah, call him Ira Hayes
But his is still as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying there
In the where Ira died

Call him Ira Hayes
He wont answer
Not that whiskey drinking
Or Marine who to war